Nixon was reading the spells in the library, looking for ways to increase one's alignment towards good so he could redeem himself, suddenly, he got a call. "Attention, your presence is needed in the conference room in five minutes." Before the call could be finished, Nixon had teleported there. You couldn't tell it was Nixon though, he was in a long-black robe and hood, and he stood there with a gem tipped staff. Nixon's presence seemed foreboding.